Dissociation
poetry of my inverse thoughts
be as present as a kiss
one day
the words that I’m forming right now will no longer
Exist.
Which makes this moment, a dream
And everything in it.
And everyone who reads it,
a forgotten abyss
is any of it real?
Everything about my flesh,
will fade to grey.
In the twinkling of an eye,
another dimension,
a land a new.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been there.
some place past the stars,
Hopefully, I’ll be standing next to
You.
Together, leaving everything behind.
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Authors notes:
stream of con·scious·ness
a literary style in which a character's thoughts, feelings, and reactions are depicted in a continuous flow uninterrupted by objective description or conventional dialogue. James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, and Marcel Proust are among its notable early exponents.
stream of con·scious·ness
nounPSYCHOLOGY
a person's thoughts and conscious reactions to events, perceived as a continuous flow. The term was introduced by William James in his Principles of Psychology (1890).
A poem about what consumes us on ground will be forgotten. Reading from top to bottom are the thoughts that consume my present body, and from bottom to top will be the release of the prison from those thoughts. Accepting a world where they can not live beyond the stream of consciousness.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
**Studying Modern Journalism @ NYU **
Project: The diary of an emo Latina
I get inspired at the mid of night
Stock market by day, howler by night
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Comments (8)
Very good both ways with distinct tones in each! Nicely done!
some place past the stars, Hopefully, I’ll be standing next to You. Together, leaving everything behind. Omggg, these were my favourite lines! I absolutely freaking loved your poem both forwards and in reverse! So well done!
Beautiful refreshing stream in which I find myself drowning.
Beautifully done! I often ponder if the words we say and write will live on beyond us - perhaps not always the literal words themselves, but their Impact, passed on from one person to the next.
Feels like a polaroid of hope and grief walking hand in hand into oblivion
*bows deeply* Well-wrought!
we express will eventually cease to exist.
I love this one. Beautiful. 🩶
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